Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Let's go back." Long Yingtian spoke again, with an unquestionable majesty in his tone. He believed in his own judgment. Ling Xiao, like Long Chen, was the kind of warrior who had lofty aspirations and pursued the ultimate.

As a result, the two men stretched out their figures, turned into two black shadows, and quickly disappeared into the distant sky, leaving only the sound of the wind on the battlefield, still whispering about what had just happened.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, swayed, and once again stepped into the unpredictable magic needle space. This is the secret place where he sharpens his will and improves his strength. Every retreat is a challenge to his physical and mental limits.

His goal is clear and determined - to refine the three hard-won Fire Hearts. These three treasures containing the power of powerful flames seemed to be alive in his hands, exuding bursts of fiery breath, which was in sharp contrast to the original coldness and darkness in the magic needle space.

Ling Xiao sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, and began to guide the vitality in his body to blend with the energy in the Heart of Fire.

This process was painful and long, and every collision of energy seemed to set off a stormy wave in his meridians, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, not allowing himself to waver in the slightest.

As time goes by, the three fire hearts seem to be awakened, and the power of the flames they release becomes more and more powerful and pure.

Finally, on the morning of the third day, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and shone at the entrance of the magic needle space, a fire dragon suddenly rushed out of Ling Xiao's body and shot straight into the sky.

This fire dragon's whole body was burning with blazing flames, and its roar was deafening, as if it could shake the heaven and earth.

Its appearance instantly dispelled all the coldness and darkness in the magic needle space, illuminating the entire space as bright as day. The light was so intense that people couldn't look directly at it, as if a huge sun was really coming here.

However, facing this majestic energy that was enough for him to break through the realm, Ling Xiao chose to suppress it forcefully.

He knows very well that the road to cultivation is long and long, and only by being down-to-earth can we go further. The secret of the Nine-turn Reincarnation Kung Fu lies in reincarnation and accumulation. Every breakthrough should come naturally, rather than seeking quick success.

Therefore, he carefully guided this powerful energy throughout his body, allowing it to flow slowly through his body, constantly nourishing his body and soul. He felt every detail of this energy flowing through his body, and experienced the power and changes they brought about.

He knew that the accumulation of these energies would one day become a solid foundation for him to break through to a higher realm.

"Congratulations, master, for coming out of seclusion!" This congratulation sounded somewhat mechanically accurate and loyal, but it also did not lose the respect and admiration that the great protector of the past deserved. The sound echoed outside the cave, appearing particularly clear and solemn.

Ling Xiao stepped out of the cave and his eyes fell on the waiting figure. That was no longer the living protector of Huangquan Bulao Mountain in the past, but a humanoid puppet carefully carved by superb puppetry skills.

Its appearance is so lifelike that if you don't take a closer look at the metallic luster faintly revealed under the skin, and the eyes that are neither sad nor happy, but shining with the light of wisdom, it is almost difficult to tell the difference between it and the real person.

This puppet is a masterpiece made by Ling Xiao himself after learning the advanced skills from the Puppet King.

Its body is forged from special materials that are rare in the world. After countless tempering and carvings, it finally became this indestructible body. Even in the face of powerful enemies, it is strong enough to withstand huge impacts without losing a single bit.

At this time, the Great Protector of Huangquan not only reached the ultimate simulation in appearance, but his strength was also raised to the terrifying level of the peak of Tianhe Realm by Ling Xiao.

Such an existence is undoubtedly a powerful help for Ling Xiao, enough to solve many difficult problems for him at critical moments.

"Go back to the Demon Needle Space." Ling Xiao waved his hand gently, his tone revealing an unquestionable majesty. Upon hearing this, Protector Huangquan moved and turned into a stream of light, which quickly disappeared into the space of the magic needle that Ling Xiao carried.

Ling Xiao had a clear understanding of the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery, a place full of unknowns and dangers. He knew very well that although the Great Protector of Huangquan was powerful, he still needed to act cautiously when facing those strange forces that might have adverse effects on high-level Tianhe realm powerhouses.

Therefore, he made the decision not to expose the Underworld Protector to the dangers of the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery for the time being, but to place it in the relatively safe Demon Needle space in case of emergency.

Ling Xiao's figure looked particularly determined in the morning light. Without any hesitation or hesitation, he embarked on the journey to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Demons. Every step showed the warrior's fearless courage and determination, as if even the air was filled with an unyielding fighting spirit.

But inside Fu Zun's mansion, the atmosphere seemed solemn and complicated. Long Chen stood in front of his father, Long Yingtian, with his brows furrowed and his eyes full of confusion and worry.

He looked directly at Long Yingtian, with a hint of questioning and urgency in his tone: "Dad, I really need an explanation from you. Why did you let your eldest brother Ling Xiao go to the Graveyard of Ten Thousand Demons alone? There are dangers there, and even the strong can't. It’s hard to escape unscathed, not to mention that he still possesses a huge treasure, which attracts the attention of the Soul Clan and other forces.”

Long Chen's voice revealed deeper worries. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he wanted to use his own power to change what was about to happen.

"What's more, the genius of the Soul Clan, Hun Wuxu, a powerful man known for his ruthlessness and unfathomable strength, is also in the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery. Dad, you know that the Soul Clan is eyeing us covetously, especially the treasure in my eldest brother's hand.

Now you let Ling Xiao go there, isn't it putting him in a more dangerous situation? Not only does he have to face the various weirdness and crises of the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery itself, but he also has to be on guard against Hun Wuxu's plots and sneak attacks at all times. How can I not worry about such an arrangement?"

When the Palace Master Long Yingtian heard this, a gentle smile appeared on his lips. In that smile, he had both insight into his son's delicate emotions and indifference to the vicissitudes of life.

"Your relationship with him is indeed extraordinary." He said softly, his eyes flashing with approval and deep meaning, "The tacit understanding and care have long surpassed the boundaries of ordinary friends, and are more like brothers who have experienced life and death and shared hardships. Such friendship is particularly precious in the martial arts world."

Long Yingtian's eyes became deep, as if he could penetrate the barriers of time and space and see farther.

"But reality is often more cruel than emotion." He continued, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "The treasure in Ling Xiao's hand is the root cause of countless greedy eyes. Those forces hiding in the dark will spare no effort to get it. If he continues to stay in the outside world, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape those pervasive pursuits."